In The End I Realize That Whatever

I Feel Most Real To Myself In The Studio.

I Almost Never Start With An Image. I Start With A Painting Idea, An Impulse, Usually Derived From My Own World.

In A Way, Painting Is Like Wine: It Is As Old, As Simple, As Primitive And As Varied. Like Wine, It Is A Very Specific Means Of Expression, With A Limited Vocabulary, But Vast In Its Expressive Potential.

Sometimes Images May Emerge From Some Chord In My Subconscious, The Way A Dream Might. Even In Those Paintings Where An Image Unconsciously Develops, A Certain Kind Of Experience Is Usually Necessary In Order To Perceive It.

An Odd Contradiction, If The Layman Were Correct In His Unconscious Assumption That An Artist Begins With Reality And Ends With Art: The Converse Is True - To The Degree That This Dichotomy Has Any Truth - The Artist Begins With Art, And Through It Arrives At Reality.